Monthly Archives: August 2015

By M.Winter Backpack on Headphones on Had a chill attitude on Something about you I couldn’t put my finger on. Could it be that no eye contact you make? Or the fact that you are tall? Or you never talk when talked … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter There may be no day more apt to post this except on a Wednesday. I have never been this excited since I wrote to Billy Joel. Thinking my collection needed some sprucing up, I looked in iTunes. For a … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter Thought I got something in my eye Got a tissue and it had gone bye bye. Still there it was blurring my vision Thought it was that cloud coming from that truck’s emission. Got to my destination Took my glasses … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter At least, that’s what the sign says so this morning. There has been some bad days and a lot of good days. But I think the most affected ones, from my observations, are the commuters in the evening going 15 … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter Left for work ten minutes earlier. It’s not much but makes me feel calmer. But calmer I was not, Making calculations in my head as I drive along that I could actually make the earlier-than-my-usual train if I hurry up … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter The Last Word muffled by Kitty Ice Lollies. Red Hand IX playing the Piano Pings. Followed by the Hopscotch Pilgrim, Guided by Sugar Stars. Who rules? The First Rule living in The Psychedelic Tower? Growls and Grins, Painted with Reds … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter There I was driving 75mph on my lane minding my own business. All lanes wide open before me. A centimeter apart you drive into mine! Off all the available lanes! Don’t you think that is dangerous? Not to mention made … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines

By M.Winter I’m officially back! Over the weekend, heard news of another fire at the Cajon Pass. Nothing beats a warmer welcome back than that. On my way to the Metrolink Rancho Cucamonga station this morning, more ‘incidents’ greeted me. A squadron … Continue reading → Source:: Traversing Lines